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Simple and small, almost alone. Curled up in a ball with a tin can phone tied to a twist leading outside and into the mist where the shadows hide. Maybe when you're gone we'll gladly take your place. You're so nicely drawn. We like your face and we want to be your imaginary friend, want to be your imaginary friend. When you were young you knew us well. The cat had your tongue, so you could not yell when you were cross. All you could do was call it a loss, Songtextethough this was not true. We've since disappeared. That is, until tonight when you turn out the light and everything stands still. The wind's direction shifts and makes the curtains lift... and you see us on the sill. Every word that you've learned, Every wish that you've burned, Every single strand of hair in your head, Every book that you've read: We love you this much. We want to be your imaginary friend, want to be your imaginary... friend Aus Songtexte Mania